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😔

She leaned into him as though the weight of the world had finally grown too heavy to carry alone.
As though strength had become a burden she no longer wished to bear.
And he held her—not with urgency, not with questions—but with the kind of stillness that says, I know.
Like he'd been waiting to be that place.
That quiet place where she could fall apart, if she needed to.
Where her armor could rust a little in the rain.
Because love—real love—isn't just wildfire that burns bright.
It's the shelter that doesn't flinch when the sky breaks open.
It's the arms that say: You don't have to be strong here. Not with me.
~beccawise7💜🖤
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